Dean kissed her knuckles one more time, peering up at her as he bowed.  Hearing her real name come from her lips, his breath hitched in his throat quietly and his smile showed all his teeth, still holding her hand in his.  He pulled her close as he stood up straight, throwing her hand over his right shoulder and pulling her close.

“A beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.  Stunning really…”, he tried his best to feign a British accent, before kissing her lips sweetly with a smile.

He pulled back from the kiss, suddenly forgetting that he had questions.  He had them, but they were pushed to the back burner, behind staring at her, and realizing that everything he had lost was back in front of him.  He didn’t even let the intrusive thought of ‘things that come back always sour’ break his smile as he pressed his forehead against hers and stared at her eyes.

“If Sam ever finds out I’ve been romantic, I’ll have to kill him.”, he laughed, brushing a strand of her new hair to the side with a finger, “And I guess I’d have to take care of you too, if you were to tell him…”